Attention Whore: Spencer Bradley and Tommy Pistol

Spencer Bradley already runs Tommy Pistol’s life—books, calls, every last detail. Still, the man barely glances at her. Tired of waiting, she swaps the pencil skirt for a maid uniform cut so short her tits nearly spill out and knocks on his office door. Tommy finally sees her. He yanks her across his desk, ropes biting her wrists behind her back, elbows cinched close. Her big tits bounce as he pulls her forward, shoves his thick cock straight into her mouth and down her throat. Spencer gags, spit dripping, but he doesn’t ease up. He flips her, spreads her, and drives into her soaked pussy while her arms stay lashed. Each thrust slams her forward; the ropes creak. She wanted his full attention. She’s getting it—every inch, every command, every time he empties himself in whichever hole he chooses.